Page 33 of Bloom and Burn
But we are in no rush. It’s like neither of us has a care in the world as we bask in each other’s smiles. Time has frozen, we live in this moment, this golden retriever of a man and I.
“What?” he asks, slanting those cute eyebrows.
“What what?”
“You are looking at me in this strange way…”
Am I? I mean, he is on top of me and I’d love to have his tongue in my mouth, but…
Plastering on the most innocent expression I can pull, I rock my hips back and forth under him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
His smile transforms into a sexy smirk slowly, first one side and then the other. He moves his legs, pinning me down to the ground until I can’t move even a muscle. “Oh, you are evil.”
“No way, me?”
He starts to say something, but I interrupt him with a tickle attack. It catches him off-guard, but my assault is thwarted before it can do any real damage. He pins my hands above my head and slides his knee between my legs.
“Someone’s being naughty.” He tsk-s, and it’s the sexiest thing ever. Then again, that might also have to do with the way he leans in and blows air into my ear. “Are you looking for trouble?”
He straightens up, our eyes meeting. I try to hold it in, I really do, but the grin is out before I can stop it. “Always.”
Then I kiss him.
He doesn’t expect it. But that doesn’t mean he’s not ready for it. Oh, he is, opening for me like he’s been suffocating for the past ten minutes and I am his breath of air. It’s heady how desperate he seems to be for me, the way he can’t get enough of my taste as our tongues tangle in a wild chase. I’ve never had a man want me so much, and I am scared of how much I like it.
Not that it will stop me. Fear is not the only thing I feel. Want, need, they mix together with the desire, a storm within me that I can’t hide from. I’m suddenly ravenous, as hungry for him as he is for me. Our kiss grows dirty as we roll in the grass, hands roaming and eyes devouring. I bump my head on a protruding oak root, and that causes us both to laugh again and sit up.
“I think we should take this to a more civilized place,” I suggest, hopping up and offering him a hand.
He takes it, pulling me into his arms as he gets up to his feet. “Aw, and here I was looking forward to some fun in public.”
I trace his jaw with my fingers, my body humming with pleasure and excitement. “It could still be that.” I stand on tiptoes and graze the shell of his ear. “Your car is nearby and civilized enough.”
His eyes catch fire. Before I know what’s happening, he lifts me up in a princess hold and starts sprinting like he’s being chased by rabid dogs. We make it to his SUV in record time, after which he tosses me on the backseat and hops in.
I don’t know whether to laugh or be impressed, but I’m also too horny to care about anything other than getting him naked and inside me.
“Wow, stallion. If I was into macho stuff, that would totally have my underwear dropping.”
In one fluid motion, I lose it along with my pants. “Oh my, what do we have here? Someone sure is enjoying this,” he says, ogling my erect cock as it springs free and bounces off my stomach.
Guilty as charged. And things get ten times better when he puts his hands on my dick. “Yess. Fuck, Jack, yes. Now put my lollipop in your mouth and suck on it like you mean it.”
His eyes widen and then crinkle at the corners as a smile hijacks his face. I love seeing him smile, it’s the prettiest sight ever, and the fact that I am the reason for it causes a fluttering feeling all across me.
“You say the most ridiculous things,” he muses, sliding his fingers up and down my shaft in a gentle but teasing manner that’s driving me crazy.
“And you should be naked and pounding me, but do you see me complain?”
He laughs, squeezing the base of my cock. I hiss-moan, throwing my head back and banging it into the SUV’s door. The vehicle is massive, but it’s still restrictive in terms of usable space. Bruises from passionate sex with your possessive future boyfriend is one thing, and sexy, but getting marks because you kept hitting your head or elbow into things isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.
“Careful there,” Jack says, shuffling us down the backseat until the door is less of a danger to me. The movement has my dick rubbing against his still clothed front, and I have to bite down on a groan.
“Clothes off, seriously.”
“Why?” he whispers in my ear. “I kind of like this.”
I consider that. “I guess itiskind of kinky, but I also really want to see your dick. It’s a piece of art, rivaled only by the Eiffel Tower.”
